"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken"

-Fyodor Dostoevsky

Once they arrived at Bullworth's auto shop, Gary pulled Amelie to the first garage holding an array of bicycles. Gary practically jumped on the first bike in the row and guided for Amelie to stand on the back of the shocks.

"Hurry!"

Without giving her time to think, Gary pulled Amelie towards the bike and she stepped on the shocks. "Hold on if you want to live," Gary warned as he began to furiously pedal out of Bullworth's gate. Amelie wrapped her arms around Gary's waist and pushed her face into his back. It was scary enough being chased by prefects, but the overwhelming speed of the bike made Amelie sick to her stomach. However, what she felt was an unusual adrenaline rush.

Amelie had never so much as gotten a scolding from a teacher. Now she was skipping class with a boy quickly getting away from authority. It filled her heart with an ache unlike her usual panic. The feeling was freeing and fleeting. Her face was slapped with rushing wind as she picked her head up to look back at the prefects. They hadn't gotten to the gate yet, which was a good sign.

Gary had already passed over the bridge when Amelie lost sight of the school's gates. The prefects were nowhere in sight. Gary slowed down the pace of the bike to catch his breath. Amelie leaned herself into the teal sweater vest, feeling the soft fabric tickle her skin. She breathed in Gary's heady scent. Amelie felt a light bump, and the sound of seagulls filled her ears.

They had ended up at Bullworth's beach. The green-blue water was relatively calm as small waves crashed on the shore. Gary stopped the bike and let Amelie get off before stepping off himself. Once his feet hit the ground, he kicked off his socks and shoes and rolled up his slate gray slacks, revealing his powerful calves. Not soon after, he pulled off his sweater vest and crumpled it on the ground, revealing his white dress shirt underneath.

"The sand feels nice," Gary dug his toes into the sand as he treaded over to the water. Blue ripples rushed over Gary's feet and he shivered from the cold water. He walked into the sea until the water reached just below his knees. The waves rippled around Gary from his disturbance.

"Are you just going to stand there?" He turned his head to smirk at Amelie, who had been gazing at Gary. His dark brown eyes beckoned to her from the water. The sun beamed down on Gary and he looked radiant as he ever had been.

Just get in the water. What's the problem?

"Alright, hang on a second," Amelie pushed off her shoes and peeled the socks from her legs. Gary grinned with a gleam in his eye and Amelie slowly padded her bare feet into the coolness of the water.

"It's cold!" She cried, walking closer to Gary. The water was nearly up to her hips, pushing her skirt up from the waves. Her hands went down to her sides, furiously trying to cover herself up.

"No kidding. What, are you afraid of a little water?" He scoffed. In an instant, Gary tore headfirst into the water towards the girl. Some of the splash landed on Amelie's face and she squeezed her eyes shut to avoid the drops. Somehow, Gary was able to swim swiftly under the water despite the heavy weight of his clothes.

A strong force pulled Amelie's feet from under her and her body jolted into the water below. Gasps escaped her mouth as she resurfaced. Gary appeared out of the water and laughed at Amelie.

"Nice one, jerk." Amelie splashed at Gary's face and slicked her chestnut hair back with her hands. Smiling, he swam closer and lay on his back, floating aimlessly around Amelie.

"Hey, you're the one that got in the water. Don't get in the ocean if you can't swim with the sharks." Turning his head to flash his teeth at her, they appeared pointy like a great white's. "By the way, nice bra," he remarked, glancing at her chest.

Looking down in horror, Amelie saw her white shirt had become drenched, leaving her black bra completely visible. She crossed her arms across her chest instinctively and bit her lip to prevent a gasp from escaping.

Way to go! A black bra with a white shirt. No way that was going to stand out. Everyone probably saw and didn't want to tell you, because it's so much funnier to laugh behind your back. You shouldn't have gotten in the water in the first place.

Anxiety rushed to her head like a strong river breaking through a dam. Once the thoughts started, they didn't stop until her entire brain was flooded with worry.

This bra is so cheap and ugly. Why don't you shop for sexy lingerie like every other girl? Right, you think you are morally superior because you're a virgin. Which, by the way, isn't your choice. Who would want to touch you?

It was almost as if her brain was a faucet that had the handles yanked off, letting the water flood the sink and the floor. Her brain couldn't handle the influx of thoughts and pounded against her skull, giving her a splitting headache.

No one likes you. Obviously, Gary just feels bad for you because you're the new girl and he doesn't actually like you. Why would he call out your bra like that? And really, black with white? Do you ever think? God, why can't you be normal for once?

Gary instantly noticed the sudden silence besides the quiet sounds of the waves around them. The only person who reacted this badly to his snide remarks was Petey. The difference was that he sincerely meant to insult Petey, because he was a pathetic twerp, unlike Amelie. But it was so natural for Gary to be biting to everyone, and everyone expected it from him, so he couldn't have foreseen her reaction.

Her eyes began to well up but she quickly turned away from Gary so he couldn't see and make fun of her anymore than he already had.

Fucking crybaby. You're sixteen for crying out loud. Now he's going to tell everyone that you cried like a little girl. Just another reason for people to hate you.

Gary couldn't force himself to say "sorry", even though he did feel bad for Amelie. He could tell she was upset, he wasn't sure why, and he didn't know how to apologize. Silently, he glided through the water up and stood behind Amelie's back. There were slight sniffling sounds coming from her nose.

Gary's large hands wrapped around her hips and turned her around to face him. The water spun her around effortlessly. Amelie's eyes looked slightly puffy and red already. She looked down at the water, refusing to look Gary in his eyes.

Keeping one hand on her hip, Gary reached up his other hand and stroked Amelie's cheek softly with his thumb. It was a sincere act of tenderness that surprised Gary himself, but he showed no readable signs of emotions on his face. Gary closed the remaining space between them and Amelie shivered as Gary ducked his head and placed his soft lips on her ear.

"Did I offend you? That was never my intention," he purred. The slight vibration of his mouth sent a shock down Amelie's spine. "I think you look fantastic with or without the bra," His voice dripped sweet and smooth like honey. This sent Amelie's nerves over the edge, but in a good way. She realized her headache was gone and she was more worried about the literal shivers going over her body. Amelie's limbs were paralyzed but she managed to look up at the scarred boy in awe.

Unsurprisingly, Gary noticed her vibrations as he placed his hand on the small of Amelie's back. "Oh, you're shivering," He smirked against her ear with a low chuckle. "Come here Amelie, I'll warm you up."

And with that, his smooth lips hovered over Amelie's shocked mouth. She held her breath.

"Only if you want it," his hot breath danced across her face, lips only a fraction away from hers.

Amelie's brain had turned off. There was no second guessing, no conscience arguing against her, nothing. It felt nice, so she reveled in the tenderness of the moment before inching closer to place her lips delicately on his.

Their lips were gentle at first, then Gary crushed his mouth hard over hers. Amelie didn't know what to do because kissing was completely new to her. Abruptly, a wet tongue began skimming against her lower lip, looking for entry. The passion from Gary's lips forced Amelie's open, allowing him to consume her in the kiss. The only thing she could feel was the tingling sensation moving down her body. She allowed him to take over.

And then in an instant, Gary let go and moved his mouth off hers. Amelie whined slightly at the loss of contact. He hovered over her with a sneer.

"I don't think I believe you," Gary growled in her face. "Do you want me or not?"

Amelie turned her face up to Gary. The first thing she noticed, besides the unwavering lust in his eyes, was the large slash over the right half of his face. It was menacing yet intriguing, much like Gary. The cut must have been so deep that it couldn't fully heal, and the thought made her wince. Gary stared at her without moving a muscle, watching her eyes drift across his face.

Slowly, she brought her wet hand up to Gary's face and stroked the broken skin. Gary hissed under his breath. Amelie could feel the jagged edges, the raised skin of the scar attempting to heal the injury. He closed his eyes under her touch. Then Amelie raised her head up to the scar and began to brush the length of it lightly with her lips. Gary kept his eyes shut.

She began to kiss the scar, going from the top of his forehead down to his jawbone. Each kiss felt like a butterfly's wings fluttering across Gary's skin. Amelie removed her face from his and delicately pressed her hand into his shapely face.

Nothing could stop Amelie at this point. Her brain had gone away long ago, her heart was in her stomach, the only sound was the light breath coming from their mouths. Her confidence had pushed her hormonal instincts over her thoughts. In another act of boldness, Amelie closed her eyes and pressed her mouth on Gary's. "I want you, Gary." She whispered against his lips, making him groan in pleasure.

This was all he needed.

Gary gripped his hands to Amelie's waist and crushed her lips against his. Amelie's hands moved from his face into his damp brown hair, yanking the tufts with her fingers. This caused Gary to moan again, forcing his tongue into her mouth once again. Amelie felt the soft warmth explore her mouth and unexpectedly sighed. There was a small bite on her lower lip that caused her to yelp and open her eyes. Gary snickered and grabbed her neck with one of her hands, pulling her back into the kiss.

There were so many things happening all at once that it was impossible for Amelie to think. All she knew was that she felt amazing and never wanted it to stop.

Suddenly, Gary's hands slid from Amelie's hip under her skirt and he firmly grasped her backside. Amelie squeaked but continued to mash her mouth against the boy. Groping her with both hands, he broke away from the kiss. Amelie locked her hands around Gary's neck and looked half-lidded at him, a small smile on her face. But he wasn't done.

Gary ducked his head once more and placed his lips on the side of Amelie's neck, stroking his tongue over her. Amelie's back arched as she shivered with pleasure. "G-Gary…" She choked, much to the delight of Gary. Wordlessly, he nibbled on the skin between her collarbone and neck. Amelie couldn't hang on much longer. "Please, Gary," She whined softly into his ear.

"Please what?" Gary demanded, his mouth paused against her neck.

Amelie didn't know what to say, she didn't have any idea how to form a coherent sentence. All she could utter was Gary's name over and over again. She had no idea what she wanted him to do, either. Amelie tried to recall the romantic scenes she had read about in books and seen in movies. What did they do? But at this point, everything was unclear except for her desire for Gary.

"Tell me what you want, or I'll stop." He growled threateningly into her skin. Sputtering, Amelie cried "Whatever you want, Gary. Just… Gary, PLEASE." And his frown turned into a devilish grin. In the next moment, Gary clamped his teeth into Amelie's neck and bit down, hard. She yowled partly in pain and satisfaction. Gary pressed his mouth over Amelie's neck and pushed his tongue over the wound, stinging the newly formed bruise. Meanwhile, Amelie tightened her hold around Gary's neck and moaned.

His hands continued to explore Amelie's ass while his tongue slid over the length of her collarbone. She had a larger than average butt, which had embarrassed Amelie before but now she took pride in it. Gary's hands reveled around her and squeezed without reserve. With every touch came a small choke from Amelie, which only made Gary go faster.

Out of nowhere, a wave crashed over the entwined pair, making their brown hair flop over their faces. Reluctantly, Amelie pulled back to get air and felt Gary let her go. There was a moment of silence, then they both laughed. Gary studied her face with interest and a smirk on his face. She was beginning to think that it was permanently there, just like his scar. They began to walk back to the shore, shaking themselves free of the water.

"Not bad, for a beginner." Gary teased. "You've got a lot to learn," He grinned with his teeth at Amelie as he kicked his shoes back on. Amelie strutted over to him across the sand. Thrusting her hands in his pockets, she leaned in close to him and felt his muscles beneath their soaking wet shirts.

"Why don't you teach me," Amelie murmured, pursing her lips at Gary expectantly.

Although Gary was burning with desire with the beautiful girl in front of him, he put his hands in his pockets around the girl's hands and pulled them out. "So eager," he chastised with admiration. "Trust me, you don't have any idea what I want to do you right now. And I could very well do it right now," Gary added with a flick of his tongue, smirking at Amelie. "But we're going to be late for afternoon class if we don't go now. We'll continue this later," he promised with a drop of poison, "When I say so. And we need to dry you up, I had no idea you could get so wet, Amelie." Gary grinned, laughing at her embarrassment.

Amelie shivered from her damp skin, huddling into Gary's looming figure. "O-okay."

Gary looked down at her with terror and with appreciation. He had never been so close to a person, and it scared him. But he would never let her know that. A rush of warmth came over Amelie as Gary pulled his sweater vest over her torso. "Blue is a very becoming color on you," Gary mused, mostly to himself. "Remember to wear it tonight. You're going to need to look extra… special," Gary explained as he pulled Amelie on the back of his bike.

"What is happening tonight?"

"I don't know yet, but you've given me a great idea."

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